i enjoy exploring the magic in the everyday ordinary, co-creating change through a focus on love, gratitude, good health & sustainability—and occasionally pausing to take a few photographs or write a little.
welcome & thank you for being here.

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In our current culture, however, many seem to view this special process as an inconvenience instead of one to admire. There are a lot of ways to honor this beautiful monthly release. We can take time to support our bodies through eating warming and nourishing foods, spend time alone or with nurturing friends, and cultivate gratitude for the opportunity to surrender and to channel both creative and restorative energy during this few-day stretch.

We can also consider gifting this nourishing fluid to the ground.

Before I run my moon-time cloth through a wash cycle, I often soak it in a bowl. Seeing the water turn deep crimson began to strengthen my reverence for the whole process and soon it felt odd to send this colorful liquid down the drain…so I began taking it outdoors and pouring it onto the plants around our home.

I have grown to really love this practice.

Blood is rich is nutrients—and is often used as a natural fertilizer. So along with delivering it to the Earth feeling like a good way to honor the cycle, it also feels like a good way to honor and nourish the ground.

This practice may seem really unusual and maybe even uncomfortable at first, but it is one that may quickly transform perceptions and inspire a deeper connection with this unique and extraordinary gift.

(Nabalo Lifestyle Magazine, Issue 3, 2018)

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occasionally i’ll pick out a spiritually-focused book from the library, and notice that i feel repelled after only a couple chapters (or pages). it’s interesting when this happens and it provokes me to think about the book’s message—what it is about it that isn’t sitting well with me. the response often settles somewhere around it seeming too inaccessible, too abstract or too focused on evading this earthly experience in some way. we each chose it—this experience—so why are we, at times, so focused on “transcending” it?

i used to often feel, and sometimes say, that i have one foot in the spirit world and one foot here on earth…but this has grown to feel inaccurate. i am wholly spirit, and i am wholly human. neither feel partial to me these days. we are connected to an extensive expanse of divine and spiritual guidance and to our most connected, true and full-picture selves—and, in each moment, we come to care for and better know our breath and bones. we come to care for and better know our aging bodies and the ways that this physical reality honors an agreement that we are never above or separate from the laws of nature.

limitless, yet embodied.
each overlapping and intertwined with the other.
each complete.
and both deserving of deep reverence and wide witnessing.

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i have come across a lot of great music this past year, but the below song stands out as my favorite song crush of 2017. there are, of course, a lot of things that can create a good tune—the notes, the lyrics, the feelings that either or both elicit :: but my most favorite songs—the ones that i repeatedly reach out for and come back to—are ones that remind me, instantaneously, of our connection…of our wholeness.

this one.

“…’cause [we are] holy and sacred and righteous and true.”

blessings for a beautiful new year, dear ones!
you deserve to be here…and you are so loved.

when i no longer fear the unknown
’cause i know what i am here for
i keep on trodding on my own path
keep on learning from my present and past
when i no longer need validation
’cause my story is long and i’m patient
i know that i have lessons to learn, keep my heart open each step i earn
no need for me to feel alone, ’cause i got a place that i call home
every single road traveled, every single new place
i come back home, they accept me with grace
i know that i was meant to be here, and i know that i was born into fear
but i will stand tall in the lions’ den, ’cause i know in my heart i am one of them
::
there are lies in the facets of everything that we see
telling us to be scared, when all we ever are is free
i’m letting go of the things that don’t serve me no more
’cause i am holy and sacred and righteous and true
and i deserve to be here and so do you
::
…the pressure always come from the outside
try not to let it in where i reside
this is my heart, my home, my choice, my love, my life, my path, my voice
i feel my heart grow with each step
stand firm in where the path goes next
i know that where it goes is where i need to be,
the more lessons rained down, more blessings i see

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i’ve been spending the evening cleaning up a telescope and microscope that my dad sent home with us—both from his childhood years. while gently wiping marks and discolorations from both scopes, i’ve been thinking about how they work and all of the mysteries that they let us catch small and measured glimpses of. i’m imagining the stories that each mark could tell and appreciating that i can’t wipe all of them away—stories (from the 1950’s) of an enthusiastic boy eager to take in the world around him in new and fascinating ways—one world much larger and one much smaller, yet neither easily seen.

…all carrying my mind further to think about how much we don’t know—and how i’ve been cultivating more of an admiration for the not knowing—for the simple and trusting ways that we get to play in a world that is unimaginably big and endlessly full of wonder and magic.

what i do know is that i get to call an incredible group of souls my family—and i love their stories…the ones that i know, and the ones that i can only catch small glimpses of through faint and faraway imprints on a telescope.